James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

“You see, that man killed my mother. And you hurt my brother. That is unforgivable in my mind and just the same applies to you and your people who tried to kill me and kidnapped my brother. “I do not have the blood of a killer flowing in my veins. But I have all the reasons not to hold back anymore. I will allow no one anymore to kill or harm the people I love. “I have all the reasons to kill you all. You should not have done that. I have finished the first part of destroying you because I can see you and, unfortunately, for you. “You do not know where I am right now. Say your last goodbyes. I am going to kill you and I am walking out of here with my brother.” “Really?” “Be assured I am.” “O

“I am not you who will betray others from behind. And remember, I'm an Alpha, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. It is neither in my nature nor in my character to betray others behind their backs.” James, who was listening to Alpha Xavier's words there, immediately froze there. Even so, the expression on James' face that looked very annoyed was still there now. Until with that very difficult movement, James tried very hard to get up and also stand up from his sitting position there, and froze in that position right now.

My voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. The women scattered almost instantly. James watched them flee with genuine disappointment before looking up at me. "You always ruin my happiness." "Oh, please," I muttered as I sat down. "We both know they're interested in your money, not you." James placed a hand over his chest. "That was cruel. Deeply cruel." I set my unfinished champagne on the table. "One day," he continued, "people are going to assume you're incapable of human emotion."

He cut Susan off while he stood up and waved his arm. Susan felt ashamed and unhappy that she was ignored. Daisie walked toward him and said, “Oh, it looked like you’ve recovered.” “Yes, I almost died yesterday. I’m glad that my body was tough enough. I gave the cafe a bad review last night because I was so angry.” James got angry upon recalling what happened last night. That drink wasn’t made from coffee but laxatives. It shamed him in front of the woman he was interested in. He remembered something and looked around. “Where’s your assistant?”

["Did you give Gonzalo the copy of your sex video with Avi?" "What?" ["It's all over the news, dumb-ass!"] "What the fuck are you talking about, Philip?!" ["I told you, open the television, and you'll see what I am fucking talking about, man!"] I no longer answered Philip, and I immediately reached for the TV remote on the side table. "Fuck!" "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?" ["You now saw it? You are a fucked up jerk, Primo! My father was so angry, right now."]

James suggested his voice a seductive purr in my ear and a gentle nibble on my earlobe. "I like the sound of that," I whispered, my cheeks flushing. James' smirk widened as we undressed each other. I had seen James without his shirt before, but it always left me breathless. His gaze met mine as I tried to conceal the faint scars littering my belly, back, and thighs, remnants of past abuse.

“He said you helped him. Why wouldn’t you tell me? I know I’m not a great person, but you and I are the same. Products of shit parents. We always bonded over that…” My body prickles, but my anger doesn’t burn. No, it’s an icy chill that licks through my veins, freezing out every single bright spot in my heart and soul as I become darkness and anger itself. James sees it, and he stumbles away from me with his hands up, shaking his head. “If you want to fucking live to see your mate again, you will get me into that complex,”

"If there is nothing else, Alpha Alec, I am going to hang up while you watch it; I can't listen to that shit again." "OK, James, see what you can dig up on those commenting on the clip. I will call you back." Without a word, I hung up, the tone in James' voice letting me know that whatever I was about to watch would haunt me forever. Shaking my head slowly, I hovered my finger over the play button, sucking in a deep breath to swallow the vomit rising in my throat… I hit play.

His eyes soften for a brief moment, like the words found something raw and pressed hard. James sees it. His upper lip curls back, baring his canine, his face twisting into something almost unrecognizable. “You filthy human,” he snarls. “You don’t deserve to be mated to one of our kind. And yet you were mated to my sister.” Aurora stiffens in his grip at that. I feel it even without touching her, the way the room seems to tighten around us. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a father either,” James goes on, voice rising now, losing control. “You used your own daughter to feed your hunger for power. All these years, when your bastard family hurt her, humiliated her, you let them. You stood th

speaks volumes about the pleasure and pain it promises to give. Oh, goddamn… The spark ignites with fervor—and blazes right through me. Jameson Richards has a riding crop. Fucking fuck. He’s going to use it on me. And I’m going to let him.